"Yes, dear, I suppose so."

"Some people have no more spirit than a fly," continued Percy. "Fancy a girl like our Hazel settling down in a bit of a hut like this, when she might have been the making of us all."

"Ah, yes, my dear," sighed Mrs Thorne, "that is what I often tell your sister, who might, if she had liked, have married--"

"My dear mother, will you kindly discuss that with Percy when I am not here!"

"Oh, of course, if you wish it, Hazel," cried Mrs Thorne. "I am not mistress here, Percy. This is Hazel's home, where I and your poor little sisters are allowed to live on sufferance and--"

_Sob_--_sob_--_sob_.

"Oh, I say, Hazy, it's too bad," cried Percy. "You know how weak and ill poor mamma has been, and yet you treat her like this."

"Yes, my boy; I'm a mere nonent.i.ty now, and the sooner I am dead and put beneath the sod the better. I'm only a useless burden to my children now."

"Don't talk like that, ma dear," cried the lad. "You only wait a bit, and as soon as I've got my plans in order I'll make you a regular jolly home."

"That you will, I know, my dear boy," cried Mrs Thorne; "and I hope you will try hard to do something to redeem our lost position."

"What are your plans, Percy?" said Hazel suddenly.

"Oh, nothing that you could understand," he said haughtily. "I don't wonder at poor ma being miserable, if you treat her as you are treating me!"

"Percy," said Hazel gently, "only a few months ago you had no secrets from me, and we planned together how we would work and make mamma a happy home."

"And nicely you've done it," cried the lad ungraciously.

"You declared, upon your honour as a gentleman, that you would never turn from me, but that you would strive to take poor papa's place, and be a help and protector to your mother and sisters. I ask you, how are you keeping your word?"

Percy fidgeted about in his chair, glanced at his mother, and then began playing with his pipe.

"If you have made some grievous mistake, dear, tell us at once, so that we may join with you in trying to repair it; but do not weakly take umbrage at my asking you rather searchingly what you have been doing."

"I don't know what you mean," said the boy sulkily.

"Tell me exactly how you came to leave your office?"

"I did tell you. A set of cads!"

"Then I shall write to Mr Geringer, and ask him to send me the full particulars. Perhaps we can make peace for you so that you can go back."

"Go back, Hazy?"

"Yes: go back. I do not wish to seem unkind, Percy, but you will not be able to stop here."

"And why not, pray?" cried the lad defiantly.

"There is one reason why not," said Hazel, pointing to the pipe. "You ought not to have lit that here, Percy. This is not my house, but the cottage attached to the school, in which, while I teach the children, I am allowed to live."

"Now you're beginning about my bit of tobacco," cried the lad. "You're as bad as old Geringer!"

"Really, Hazel, you are in a very, very cruel frame of mind to-night,"

said Mrs Thorne, whimpering; "but never mind, my boy, you shall share my home as long as your poor mamma has one. Perhaps Hazel will give us a refuge here to-night--to-morrow we will seek one elsewhere."

"You will do no such foolish thing, mamma," said Hazel with spirit; "and as for you, Percy, I insist upon knowing the whole truth."

The boy flushed and threw up his head defiantly; but Hazel rose from her place, crossed to him, and laid her hands upon his shoulders. Then, bending down, she kissed him, and stood by him with her arm round his neck.

"Tell me everything, dear," she said; "it is your sister who asks."

For answer Percy dashed his pipe beneath the grate, laid his arms upon the table, his head went down, and he began to cry like a great girl.

"Oh, Hazel, Hazel, what have you done?" cried Mrs Thorne. "Percy, Percy, my boy, come here."

"Hush, mother!" said Hazel sternly; and, kneeling down, she drew the boy's unresisting head upon her shoulder, and held it there, smoothing his hair the while.

"Oh, Hazy, Hazy," he sobbed at last. "I'm a beast--a brute--a wretch; and I wish I was dead."

"There--there! Hazel, see what you have done!" cried Mrs Thorne angrily. "Oh, my boy, my boy! Come here to me, Percy; I will stand by you whatever comes."

But Percy seemed to be quite satisfied to stay where he was, for he made no movement beyond that of yielding himself more and more to his sister's embrace.

"Hush, dear!" she said tenderly. "If you have done wrong, be frank and outspoken. Let us hear the truth."

For answer, the lad, approaching manhood in stature, but with his child-nature still greatly in the ascendant, wept more bitterly; but at last, perfectly heedless of his mother's plaints and appeals, he raised his head, wiped his eyes, and, flinging his arms round his sister, kissed her pa.s.sionately again and again.

"There; now you will tell us all, Percy," said Hazel, responding to his caresses.

"You'll turn your back on me if I do," he groaned.

"Is it likely that I should, Percy! There, speak out frankly--is it something about money!"

"Yes," said the lad, hanging his head.

"You have been getting in debt!"

"Well, not much. Hazy--not more than I could soon pay off," said the boy, looking timidly in her face, and then shrinking from her searching eyes.

"There is something more?"

"Ye-es," he faltered; and then, desperately, after a few moments'

hesitation, "It was all Tom Short's fault."

"Who is Tom Short?" asked Hazel.

"A fellow in our office. He won seventy pounds by putting money on horses, and it seemed so easy; and I thought it would be so nice to get some money together so as to be able to help poor mamma."

"There, Hazel, you hear!" cried Mrs Thorne triumphantly.